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Prompt for SwanQueen. Pre-SQ fic following the CS arm grab scene we've seen. Protective Regina.

Asked by: Anonymous

"Swan, don’t make a man drink alone"
She scowls as the voice floats out from the gardens of the diner, her red rimmed eyes rolling at his ridiculous attempts of wooing the Savior, of claiming her like some precious object only he may have.

"I’m not in the mood for a drink" comes Emma’s voice just as she emerges from the arched entrance, her heavy boots thudding against the pavement as she moves "or a man."

"I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you today," Hook’s pursuit of the blonde has Regina stopping just short of the pair, the shadow of the florist concealing her for now, "I know you feel like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders" this has her eyes rolling once more, his unwavering belief that he knows something of Emma, that he has a right to tell her how she feels. It enrages Regina, both for herself and the young girl she once was, suffocated and ruled by any but herself "but at some point, even though we’re quite different, you’ve got to trust me."

Her anger flares as she watches the pirate latch his hook around Emma’s upper arm, the feeling of the metal digging into skin is one Regina knows all too well for had felt it herself as she had been moved and strapped down ready for torture.
“You need to-” but Emma’s response is cut off when he leans in, claims her mouth with his. Knowing how the two work, hearing of their back and forth from both Henry and Mary Margaret, Regina is about to leave, to walk away and resume her own wallowing as she had set out to do when something stops her, a sound…a whimper.

It is not a sound of pleasure nor arousal, not even surprise at Hook’s boldness. It’s almost pleading and it takes Regina straight back to every encounter she’d had with the King. A man so kind to others yet, in the privacy of the castle with a young, unwilling teen bride before him, he was cruel, possibly the cruelest of all Regina had known save for her mother. It is with this thought, with these memories that the brunette’s hand instantly rises, the pirate moving with it as though some sort of puppet.

"What the-"

"Regina?" Emma’s surprise is palpable as the woman emerges from the shadows, relief evident to as she watches the streetlight wash over the former Mayor whose dark eyes remain on the struggling man still dangling in the air at her mercy.

"I suggest you let me go," Hook bites out, the air being pushed from his lungs the longer he continues to struggle, "Your Majesty."

"And why should I permit a kindness you would never yourself give?" She shoots back, tone venomous as she continues to glare at him, fingers clenching, Hook’s grunts audible know as he attempts to fill his lungs, "why should I allow you your wishes when, time and time again, you ignore those of others?"

Emma’s lips are softly parted as she watches the way in which Regina’s eyes continually change, pure emotion palpable after every blink. Hatred, anger, hurt, fear…”Regina…” she whispers with no response from the woman before her until she’s walking forward to press her warm palm against the thick coat encasing the quivering woman. “Regina,” she whispers again, the brunette’s eyes flickering to hers for a moment before returning to her captive, her hard gaze faltering a little, “it’s okay,” her hand is rubbing in comfort over the woman’s arm whether she consciously permits it to or not, “you can let him go now.”

When she does, when her hand falls and the clang of metal sounds, Hook having fallen to the pavement quite forcefully, when Regina’s head falls, Emma does not look away not does she move away. “This isn’t about you…” It’s a small whisper, a small broken thing that has the blonde nodding, turning the surprisingly small brunette into her arms, pulling her into an embrace that Regina doesn’t struggle from, “it’s not about you.”

It is at a later time, a time when both lay sated and satisfied, curling into one another’s warm embrace that Regina will tell her the truth, will tell Emma that it had been about her, she just hadn’t known it then but for now…for now Emma just holds the shaking Queen against her body, protecting her in a way none had ever done before.
“I know Regina,” she whispered into dark hair, closing her eyes as desperate hands clawed at her leather clad back, “I know.”

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send me a number and a character/pairing for a drabble!

  • 1. glad you came
  • 2. team
  • 3. don't lie
  • 4. i'm coming home
  • 5. story of my life
  • 6. falling down
  • 7. clarity
  • 8. counting stars
  • 9. wake me up
  • 10. safe and sound
  • 11. lose yourself
  • 12. in the sun
  • 13. the monster
  • 14. burn
  • 15. sweet nothing
  • 16. i'm with you
  • 17. we believe
  • 18. thanks for the memories
  • 19. anything could happen
  • 20. little talks
  • 21. the pretender
  • 22. by the way
  • 23. sanctuary
  • 24. paradise
  • 25. where is my mind
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9. swan queen!

Asked by: Anonymous

Wake me up.

The whispered call did nothing to wake the slumbering brunette as Emma moved closer to her bedside, careful to avoid the floorboard she had learned creaked loudly whenever the slightest amount of pressure was placed upon it. “Come on,” she whispered again, a hand coming up to nudge at Regina’s shoulder, glad when she shifted in sleep, “wake up.”

A deep inhale signalled Regina’s waking, her body curling in on itself momentarily as she found herself coming out of a rather pleasant dream.

Emma couldn’t help but grin as she watched her, the sight almost adorable until the slight shaking of her head managed to dislodge a few of the snowflakes that had settled within her blonde locks making Regina’s shriek cringeworthy. “Shhh…” her hand instantly clamped over the girl’s mouth, body stilling as she listened for any other sounds within the large house, if Cora knew of Emma’s presence in their house she would surely pitch a fit. Her teenage daughter was a handful enough without their blonde headed neighbours influence.

"Emma?" The brunette questioned, sitting up slightly as she blinked to clear her vision, sure that the blonde wasn’t standing before her. Her voice was gruff with sleep, mindful to remain quiet also.

"Look," Emma whispered excitedly as she moved aside to offer Regina a view of the falling snow, dancing in the winter night’s breeze.

"Wow…" She breathed in awe as she sat up straighter in her bed, brown eyes wide and admiring as she watching the swirling elements, "it’s beautiful…"

'Not as beautiful as you…' Emma thought as she turned to find her friend bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon, a soft smile painting her lovely features, “hey Regina,” she whispered once more, leaning in a little more as the brunette looked up at her, “do you wanna build a snowman?”

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Things you SHOULD do when you kiss me:


  • Push me against the wall, the/a door
  • Gently grab my chin and make me look into your eyes
  • Grab my waist and pull my body against yours
  • Caress my cheek
  • Pull my hair
  • Put your hand in the back pocket of my jeans
  • Bite my lip
  • Put your arms around my neck
  • Tease me
  • Look at me with those eyes of yours, that naughty look of yours is irresistible

(via dreamerforever-d)

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Things that will make me fall for you:

  • singing around me, even if you’re not the best
  • talking about movies and books you love
  • telling me jokes, yes including the stupid ones
  • sharing your music with me
  • really talking to me…about your life and your future etc.
  • maybe liking me back?
  • yeah

(via sassyqueenofswan)

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i have been laughing for a million years looking at this gif because it looks like Regina gave Emma a nice little encouraging pat on the ass.


i believe in you, Emma [pats ass]

come on, let’s get shit done [pats ass]

it’s okay, dear, we’ve got this [pats ass]

let’s play grab ass [pats ass] you’re it!

Regina touched the butt and i refuse to believe anything else from this day forward.

(via geekasm)

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swan queen || 14 and/or 22 - take your pick || thank you :)

Asked by: cant-think-str8

She looks at it more often than she should, her mind drifting when she should be focusing but it’s there, still there like her own little permanent reminder of just another thing she can’t have.

It’s with knowing eyes that Henry looks at her now, a glimmer of something dangerously close to mischief in amber eyes that has her heart fluttering with anticipation, waiting for the day the woman come barging into her office, her home, her personal space demanding answers, brushing off her inappropriate infatuation but it doesn’t happen for her son is not Snow White. He’s much too clever to give up the opportunity for another of his ‘operations’ and it even seems, should their constant whispering and furtive glances be any indication, that her father has become quite invested also.

It hit her like nothing she’d ever known when she’d found herself to be saddened that the burn scar was fading, lessening, healing…why did she care? She’d almost lost her life, attempting to battle one who’s power was far greater than her own, biting off more than she should chew because of her damn Savior complex. It wasn’t the Snow Queen who’d burned her though, it had been Regina. Regina with her fire, Regina with her ‘I’m a villain but sometimes I like to dabble in heroism’ crap…she’d saved her, swooped in at the last second and saved her goddamn life.

It was not too long after, when she’d been gently tracing her fingers over the mark, pain masked as dark, dark eyes filled her mind that she realised.

Emma Swan was in love with Regina Mills.